There are two ways to manipulate people's minds.

Tianya Solitary Son uses the kind of physics that belongs to the physical one, using the puppet silk tied to the ten fingers as the medium, docking with the target with his own spirit, stimulating the corresponding area of the brain, and forcibly dragging the other party into the illusion.

Now Du Fanglin sat down there, and the control of the sea of consciousness immediately changed hands.

The ten fingers of the eight confessions wrapped with puppet silk suddenly went numb for a while, and even half of the body was faintly numb uncontrollably...... If it weren't for the fact that he was useful to the other party, Tianya Lone would almost be frightened and think that he had become someone else's puppet.

After all, the ten-fingered puppet silk that replaced Hua Zhan in his hand was originally the opponent's old weapon, and it is difficult to say whether there is a hindrance in it.

At this time, the world that Du Fanglin saw in his eyes was different from others. With the help of some of the realm powers that he usurped many years ago, he integrated them into the spell, and as far as the eye could see, it was a scene that few humans could witness with their own eyes:

Above everyone's head, the spiritual fragments that overflow with their thoughts and thoughts are like pieces of broken butterflies that have submerged into the other side of the void, subsuming into the realm of consciousness and forming a different kind of dream. At this time, the intrusive part of these spiritual fragments, dyed with the faint aura of another person, was imprisoned, and was struggling, surrounding the master's body without dispersing......

Within six feet, if you don't meet such an ordinary teenager, there are so many loopholes in his spiritual will, and it is really not too easy to manipulate in the eyes of the operator.

In the consciousness of hating, he never realized that the manipulation of his illusion had changed people halfway. He has blurred the concept of time and all space, just like in a dream, all absurdity will be automatically corrected by the brain.

In just a moment, it has been several years in the state of consciousness, and from the moment Du Fanglin sat down, a new story has been opened again with a butterfly that "saves lives and helps the wounded".

In the illusion, I only felt that I had been wandering in the world for many years, since I was disfigured, no one was willing to get close to me, and the cruelty corroded my martial bones, and my father-in-law Jia Minggong not only did not heal himself, but sent killers to chase and kill him.

Well, very simple story.

Time was artificially accelerated, and the scenes were switched so quickly that Hachi, who was out of control but still the maintainer of the illusion, felt dizzy.

Then, the hatred in the story met a woman.

In the process of fleeing, he was forced to turn into a beggar, lying dirty in a ruined temple, dying of high fever and no one approached.

But there was a woman who was willing to clean his blood-stained body with a clean handkerchief, and fed clean water into his defective lips with her own hands, and her clear pupils reflected his scabbed face without disgust...... In the eyes of Hate Bufeng, even though this woman's facial features are mediocre and her temperament is a little sickly, she seems to be more beautiful than the women he has ever seen.

But the scene in the illusion is transmitted into the eyes of the lonely son of Tianya through the puppet silk, and the problem is big.

Eight confessions: "Why is this woman using my face?" ”

Du Fanglin: "I can't think of anyone else for a while. "Otherwise, do you want to use Shulou Longsu?

I can't be moved by the woman's care.

A warm current that he had never felt since birth filled his heart, and every time the woman approached, it brought a burst of sourness - why wasn't she afraid of me? Why are you willing to take care of me? I'm already in the mud, she's ...... Love me?

This sour joy, fear, struggle, and doubt turned into a signal, breaking through the confinement after a moment of mental turmoil, and overwhelmingly coming towards the person who manipulated the illusion!

Eight confessions: "What the hell is this plot!" A golem snapped, and the remnants almost bled his fingers from the roots, and the broken parts turned into mist and wound back around their fingers.

Du Fanglin: "...... Love and peace? He doesn't know if through this story, if he can understand this person who has taken the wrong path since he was a child.

Two sentences outside, the illusion time has been half a year.

In the ruined temple, Hate Bu Feng has gradually recovered from his injuries, and learned that the woman's family made a living from farming, and her mother died early and lived with her father and brother. She may not be beautiful enough, but she is a good bae. Every day when she went out to pick wild vegetables, she would hide half a piece of bread at the bottom of the basket and bring it to him.

Finally, one day, I can't help but ask: Do you love me? The woman was stunned at the time and smiled: Love!

At that moment, the woman's gentle gaze was like a spring breeze, blowing away the flowers that hated her heart. He truly understood what love was, and that love was the special light that a particular soul had in its eyes, that light had penetrated the body and had only been received by the other person.

Even though this ruined temple is shabby, he is still willing to stay for this special soul. Even though the pancakes are rough, but because of that special soul, it is more haunting than the delicacies of the mountains and seas!

"You...... Is there really no manipulation of other people's emotions? After relieving himself, the eight confessions sensed that the pair of men and women in the broken temple looked at each other, and considering the face used by the woman, he only felt a tightness in his chest.

Du Fanglin easily tapped his knee with one hand and replied, "None." "So, that's really the feeling of hating and not meeting yourself.

In the ruined temple, the hater who got the answer began to look forward to getting along every day, and he had never felt so happy.

It turns out that this is love, you don't need to get it, you just need to see the other person's shadow, and you are satisfied...... Then, I couldn't wait to hear the woman in front of me say: I will get married tomorrow.

I didn't react at the moment.

The woman said that she had been engaged for a long time, and now that the wedding date had come, she would have to go to another village to live after getting married, and she could not come back in the future.

Hating the thunderstorm in his heart, he watched the woman turn around and walk towards the twilight and leave the broken temple.

On the second day, the broken temple came with a jubilant suona sound. I got up from the straw after a sleepless night, and felt that I had to take a look at it no matter what.

He tore off a corner of his shirt to cover his face, blended in with the people who greeted him, and for the first time stepped into the poor but peaceful village of which the woman had spoken.

With each step forward, there will be a strange emotion in my heart, not quite resentful, but by no means joyful.

When he came back to his senses, he was in the woman's boudoir. In front of him is a lover who is dressed in a wedding robe, dressing up in the mirror alone, holding a rouge and showing surprise, which should belong to him.

Didn't she love him, why be surprised!

Don't you love me?

I hate to hear my own voice and ask, why do you want to marry someone else?

The woman said, "But before that, I was engaged."

Hate: Then you come with me now.

Woman: But I'm getting married.

Hate to meet: You can marry me!

Woman: But you've never mentioned it before, and you haven't come to ask for a kiss.

Hate to meet: ...... I thought, I thought - the emotions in his mind suddenly cooled down.

He loved the girl in front of him, but why did he never think of coming here to ask for a marriage? He was willing to stop at that ruined temple, why had he never thought of living in this village?

…… At this time, outside the illusion.

The boat was quietly moored in the middle of the river, and there was no sound. Du Fanglin slowly stood up.

In the fantasy world he manipulated, the story continues. On the painting boat, the young man who was addicted to it once again showed a painful expression.

The woman asked, "Do you love me?"

Hate to say: ...... Of course!

Woman: But you never told me your name.

Hate could have answered because you never asked.

And she said, I love thee, and I would like to see thee happy, so I have come to see thee day by day. What about you, would you like to see me happy?

I had vaguely guessed in my heart what I would hear next.

The woman said, "My husband is coming, and the world's famous festival eats people, can you please retreat behind the screen?"

The gongs and drums are noisy, the red light is full of light, the bride covers her hijab, and the red thread is held in the hands of the other person.

Beyond the Illusion.

On the painting boat, Hachito saw that the young man sitting in the middle slowly dripped tears under the closed eyes.

Du Fanglin didn't move, but took a step forward.

In the midst of a fantasy.

When I hated the moment when Jian Feng made a move, my heart was blank. He didn't know why he wanted to kill, but he could understand that when the other end of that red silk fell into the hands of someone else, it was lost forever.

——Forever lost the broken temple, the eyes that never looked at him differently, lost the heart-beating and sour feelings, lost the delicious cakes, and lost the heartbeat and love that had just been found.

In the eyes of outsiders, he should have feelings of unwillingness and resentment at this time. But in his heart, he understands that he just can't "lose".

At the moment when the woman covered her hijab and turned around and stepped out of the hateful gaze, the emotions in his heart that really made him uncontrollable were actually a huge emptiness...... I don't know where it started, I don't know how long it has been there.

Perhaps, it wasn't out of control at all, he just disguised himself as a loss of control, stabbed his sword into the body of the strange man on the other end of the red silk, and then turned hypocritically, and in a piercing scream, looked at the woman who had taken off her hijab violently.

Then, from the woman's clear pupils, I saw my own rotten and disgusting face.

I don't know when, perhaps at the moment when the sword was decided, the cloth covering the face was blown off by the wind, and the ugly face was seen by everyone.

The woman froze. But at the moment when he was exposed to everyone's eyes, he couldn't find that he couldn't say those three words at all, "follow me".

The woman let out a heart-rending cry so loud that he had to put his sword down her throat, and blood ran down the edge......

Ordinary villagers are too fragile, and when they pass by the sword, they will be in a different place.

I can't help but think about why I like such an ordinary woman, it's really an unbelievable thing.

It took only a stick of incense to slaughter all the people in the village who saw his face, and when he left, the blood on the ground was redder than red silk.

It turns out that the location of this village is not too far from the river where it first left the boat.

With his sword in hand, he left the village and stood by the river, and when he looked down, he saw his face reflected in the water.

It was as if in an instant, his scarred face was handsome again...... If it was his former self, would he still fall in love with such an ordinary woman in that broken temple?

I hated to lean over to wash the blood stains on the sword with water, but my heart hurt, and I fell a pair of swords into the river with a soft hand.

——In a trance, I can't wait to open my eyes again. It was as if he had returned to his original painting after a long period of time, and it was as if he had suddenly realized that he had never left.

All the puppets were disconnected in unison, only because a sword pierced straight into the hated heart of the painting boat. The severe pain instantly untied the control of the mind, and the body of the Eight Confessions was bounced backwards, and he stopped castration in time, and then bent his knees and pressed the ground with one hand.

The sword piercing into the heart came from the left hand that was about to draw the sword, but the person holding the sword was Du Fanglin, who was watching the whole story.

Du Fanglin leaned over and drew his sword at that time, and without hesitation, he raised his hand and stabbed it in. At this time, he raised his head, met the hatred and met the four eyes, and there was no explanation, and suddenly withdrew and brought out the blade of the sword backwards to avoid blood splashing on himself.

"You ......"

Eight confessors pressed the ground with one hand behind him, took a deep breath and got up to summarize all this: "You, you really can't teach people!" ”

On the painting boat, the hatred that had just come to his senses was too late to say any last words, and his heart was completely shattered by the sword blade, and he died directly.